Call the Names

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen

Let them be carried like seeds on the wind

Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed

Let them be jewels in the crown of our King

Gather the sheaves of harvest-time lightly

Many a day will they strengthen our kin

Gather the sheaves of arrow shafts tightly

Many a battle their feathers will win

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen

Let them be carried like seeds on the wind

Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed

Let them be jewels in the crown of our King.

Sharpen the blades of the axe-worker's cutting

Many a timber will strengthen our hall

Sharpen the blades that are ready for blooding

Many a fray when the foemen will fall

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen

Let them be carried like seeds on the wind

Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed

Let them be jewels in the crown of our King

Fashion the spears for the winter month's hunting

Many a beast will they bring to the spit

Fashion the spears for the battle rush running

Many an army will fear where they hit

Call the names of the foemen who've fallen

Let them be carried like seeds on the wind

Call the names of the kinsmen who've followed

Let them be jewels in the crown of our King.